Silent Terrorist AKA Mischief

i like to sit on the stoop to my big pink house and smoke cigarettes listening to the waves of cars crashing on the shores of my roof from the sea of freeways overhead while observing the life and bizzarr idiosyncrasies of the subhumans in my hood. i like to wait for my little guy to come dancing by~ through~ over ~ and around the shadows that line the concrete~ bouncing off cars and skipping along~ dodging cracks in the sidewald~ stopping every so often to teter back and forth. i like to pretend i can hear his thoughts. the smell of wet cement is one of my favorites. peaches. dancing. singing in my car when i'm all alone. driving really fast. i love the ocean and the intensity of it. i like people that smile and say hi. i like to hold the door for strangers when i go out. i love the stories that the street people tell me. i love being alive, i love to think about death. i believe in ghosts. i believe in the power of a good psychedelic. i don't like limits or boundaries or being told what to do or how to do it. peaches in my srawberry kashi and srawberry ice cream in bed....